we build ourselves up
just to wither one day.
learned this at the age of seven.
too young — maybe not.
all of this doesn’t matter.
at the same time,
it is all we have.
be good, to yourself and to others
while you have a pulse.
stretch that hand out widely.
someone who may have not had
your lucky draw at life
may grab onto it — tightly.
you might become their source of fuel
consider this the highest compliment.
share yourself. don’t worry - you won’t run empty
what is it you are saving for, anyway?
This is me (in the white dress) as a young girl at Knox Presbyterian Nursery School in Los Angeles. At the tender age of three, I learned my ABCs and 123s. I moved my body to emulate the wonders of Debbie Allen and Lula Washington. I learned how to plant food here. It was here, too, that I first mouthed out the word “abolition.” Glossy pictures of W.E.B. Dubois, Booker T. Washington, and Fannie Lou Hamer were mounted on the classroom walls. My favorite teacher was this beautiful African-American woman named Yolanda. She always dedicated extra time after-school to help…
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